Two Eyes Cenote tres rondas y un sonido

Nokht watches as the ground passes by, far faster than his own limbs could ever take him. 

They cover leagues of ground and it feels like flight. The grip around his body is constricting and uncomfortable. Each time he wriggled, all it took was a squeeze to deter him; sharp, experienced teeth would grind against fragile skin. There was little he could do but whine and hope it was just a big game. 

He tried to peek at the monster as they ran, once the fight was all but strangled out of him.